Treasure Island

Classical Poems


Title Poet
When The Old Cow Calves
I 'm poor, mister ; my friends are gone,
And the people on yonder farm
Robert Kirkland Kernighan poet by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
on 5/12/2012
When The Old Dog Die
THERE was grieving in the woodshed,
In the kitchen there were tears,
Robert Kirkland Kernighan poet by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
on 5/9/2012
When The Old Man Smokes
In the forenoon's restful quiet,
When the boys are off at school,
Paul Laurence Dunbar poet by Paul Laurence Dunbar
on 4/2/2010
When The Poet Came
The ferny places gleam at morn,
The dew drips off the leaves of corn;
Eugene Field poet by Eugene Field
on 4/9/2010
When the Prophet
When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
Stephen Crane poet by Stephen Crane
on 1/3/2003
When the prophet, a complacent fat man
When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
Stephen Crane poet by Stephen Crane
on 1/1/2004
When The Rain Is On The Roof
Lord, I am poor, and know not how to speak,
But since Thou art so great,
Sydney Thompson Dobell poet by Sydney Thompson Dobell
on 4/12/2010
When the reaper lays the sickle by,
When the reaper lays the sickle by,
And taketh down the flail:
Alfred Austin poet by Alfred Austin
on 4/7/2010
When the Rose is Faded
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Walter de la Mare poet by Walter de la Mare
on 1/3/2003
When the Rose is gone
When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi poet by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
on 10/30/2013
When The Sequence Of The Earthly Years
When the sequence of the earthly years is over -
The earthly structure is, at last, destroyed -
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev poet by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
on 5/26/2014
When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven
When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
James Joyce poet by James Joyce
on 1/3/2003
When The Sleepy Man Comes
When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes,
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts poet by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
on 4/16/2010
When the spring mornings grew more long
When the spring mornings grew more long
early I woke from dream that told
Christopher John Brennan poet by Christopher John Brennan
on 3/1/2010
When The Storm Was Proudest
When the storm was proudest,
And the wind was loudest,
George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan
When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Thomas Bailey Aldrich poet by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
on 4/8/2010
When The Sun Come After Rain
WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
Robert Louis Stevenson poet by Robert Louis Stevenson
on 12/31/2002
When The Sun's Behind The Hill
There's a soft and peaceful feeling
Comes across the farming hand
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
on 9/4/2012
When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His Head
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head
give a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.
Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi poet by Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi
on 4/20/2010
When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever th
Rabindranath Tagore poet by Rabindranath Tagore
on 3/23/2010
When the Watchman Saw the Light
Winter, summer, the watchman sat there looking out
from the roof of Atreus' palace.
Constantine P. Cavafy poet by Constantine P. Cavafy
on 9/26/2012
When The Wind Storms By With A Shout
When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves
Rejoice in the tramp and the roar of onsetting waves,
William Ernest Henley poet by William Ernest Henley
on 4/12/2010
When the winter chrysanthemums go
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
Matsuo Basho poet by Matsuo Basho
on 1/13/2003
When the World is burning
WHEN the world is burning,
Fired within, yet turning
Ebenezer Jones poet by Ebenezer Jones
on 1/4/2003
When the Year grows Old
I cannot but remember
   When the year grows old --
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
on 1/4/2003
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